October 5th, 2005 by xieng-15
WOULD we but love what will not pass away!
The sun that on each morning shines as clear
As when it rose first on the world’s first year;
The fresh green leaves that rustle on the spray.
The sun will shine, the leaves will be as gay
When graves are full of all our hearts held dear,
When not a soul of those who loved us here,
Not one, is left us–creatures of decay.
Yea, love the Abiding in the Universe
Which was before, and will be after us.
Nor yet for ever hanker and vainly cry
For human love–the beings that change or die;
Die–change–forget: to care so is a curse,
Yet cursed we’ll be rather than not care thus.
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October 5th, 2005 by xieng-15
BEAUTY
EVEN as on some black background full of night
And hollow storm in cloudy disarray,
The forceful brush of some great master may
More brilliantly evoke a higher light;
So beautiful, so delicately white,
So like a very metaphor of May,
Your loveliness on my life’s sombre grey
In its perfection stands out doubly bright.
And yet your beauty breeds a strange despair,
And pang of yearning in the helpless heart;
To shield you from time’s fraying wear and tear,
That from yourself yourself would wrench apart,
How save you, fairest, but to set you where
Mortality kills death in deathless art?
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October 5th, 2005 by xieng-15
Thanks for being there for me,
through good times and bad times.
I will be on your side even if the the world ends.
When the world is going,
I will be here,
now and until the end.
Your my very best friend.
The one that I look up to.
The one that I run to, when I have a problem.
The one that I talk to.
Your the one best friend that was always there for me.
I wanna thank you for all the things you gave and showed me
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October 4th, 2005 by xieng-15

Soul Candy
It seems there’s all different types of candy these days. There’s of course the sugary stuff that we have known as candy for years. But lately something that is pleasing to the eye is being referred to as “eye candy," which would make music “ear candy” I suppose. I like the new trend and decided the first column I write should address those things that are pleasing to the soul.
What exactly is “soul candy”? Well, soul candy is any thing we do that makes us feel not necessarily good, but alive. Singing in the shower is soul candy, sleeping in is soul candy, treating yourself to something you don’t really need is soul candy, and of course, reading and writing poetry is soul candy.
Not all poetry makes us smile, which is especially the case with love poetry. Love is messy. Love is a gamble; your heart is the ante. If you attempt to love without putting a part of yourself at stake, then there is nothing for you to gain. And, sometimes the cards aren’t there. But, love really is all it’s cracked up to be, it’s one of the finest emotions we experience. It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for. Which is why its absence can be so painful.

We do some crazy stuff in the pursuit of love and sometimes fall into it entirely on accident. That’s why there is so much poetry written about it, everyone has their own unique experience and point of view to share. Love is anything but simple. Lovers see the world in bright vivid colors.
There’s music in their silence and smiles in their eyes.
Writing can help you understand your own feelings as well as reading the work of another. You feel that you aren’t alone, and that maybe, just maybe, everything will be ok. And when you’re in the euphoric stage of love you just want everyone to feel this. It’s nothing short of amazing.
So, do what you can to put a little more soul candy in your life. We only live this life once, enjoy it. Feel everything, do everything, and experience poetry on any level you are comfortable with. After all, it’s all about living love and loving l 

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October 4th, 2005 by xieng-15
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In the storm Stands the white rose tumultuous waves of destruction abound her
Yet tall is the white rose strong in the face Of the sensed doom around her And she does not bow down
Pure is the white rose In the compost earth growing eternal strength in the nights that so hurt
I see not the white rose She is so far away But I long to protect her But only the words can I say
So I send her my words And my poets heart To help her when there is hope to see her through
Be Strong little flower Your heart will guide true And as long as you want I will always talk to you |
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